Su Qiulian: "I got it from Protector Li's treasury."
"This is Li again." Su Bin's voice was a little cold.
Su Qiulian noticed that her father was unhappy and carefully explained: "Dad, this is not a favor, I bought it with money."
"Oh, where did you get the money?"
"Ha, don't I work for the gang? I gave out some money and food."
Su Bin sneered: "With your little money, can you buy a sharp craftsman's knife?"
"What... sauce... knife?" Su Qiulian looked confused.
"The craftsman's sharp knife is an object cast by a famous craftsman. Each workshop with inheritance produces less than five pieces throughout the year. The cheapest one is no less than a hundred gold. The monthly salary given to you by the Heyang Gang is only ten silver. You have to give it to Heyang."
It took the Yang Gang a hundred years of hard work to afford the worst one. Huh, those who can be worthy of the word "craftsman" are all sharp knives and sharp swords. They are all items of famous craftsmen and are very expensive."
"A hundred gold? Ten thousand taels of silver..." Su Qiulian exclaimed, gasping for air. The "rough refining stone" obtained by lottery actually turned an ordinary knife into a craftsman's sharp knife?
"Looking at your appearance, you really think this is an ordinary weapon." Su Bin glared at him angrily, and then sneered thoughtfully: "Guard Protector Li has really lived in vain for forty years.
He actually sold it to you. This is not in line with his temperament. He really didn't see it. No wonder, I have never found the name of the knife maker. This is an unknown sharp knife, and it may still be a failure.
."
"A failed work? Why did it fail? I think it's very good and can be sold for a lot of money." Su Qiulian said at the side.
Su Bin squinted his eyes and said: "Whether it fails or not depends on whether it is fast enough. A sharp knife, a good sharp knife should cut iron like clay...just watch!"
The sword flashed.
Su Qiulian exclaimed: "No!"
Cry~~!
A meat cleaver that had been placed on the dinner table was cut off and the tip fell to the ground.
Su Qiulian grabbed the black knife and looked up and down distressedly, fearing that there would be a gap.
"Silly boy, don't look at it. This is a craftsman's sharp knife. It has been tempered for thousands of times by secret methods and cannot be broken. This knife is worth thousands of gold." Su Bin smiled happily. "Oh, I almost forgot to mention that your gang leader has summoned all of them.
Everyone from the Heyang City Gang will return to the gang before Chen Shi. I think it’s still early, so I’ll make some food first.”
"Dad, if we sell it, it will surely cure your disease, right?" Su Qiulian said excitedly.
Su Bin was stunned for a moment, then slapped Su Qiulian on the head, "What nonsense are you talking about? This kind of sword should be regarded as a family heirloom. How can you just sell it? You are not allowed to sell it."
"But, your illness..." Su Qiulian touched his head and said aggrievedly.
Su Bin shook his head: "My illness is not a problem. No, not only is it not a problem, it is also a good thing."
"What a good thing. Dad, are you out of your mind? Your martial arts skills are useless. The internal injuries you suffered a few years ago are still not healed. I..." Su Qiulian was so angry that he couldn't speak at all.
Su Bin stretched out his hand to hold his head and whispered: "That's it, and only in this way, dad can exit the secret department and exit the secret department alive. You should be happy for dad, because otherwise, dad might have gone to see you
You’re a motherfucker.”
Su Qiu was stunned for a moment.
Secrets, secrets, secrets...yes, secrets, and secrets.
The state government controls Fuyang Prefecture’s sharp blade of power, the Secret Department.
"Use it well. This knife can save lives." After Su Bin finished speaking, he turned around and went to cook. Su Qiulian was left standing there in silence for a long time.
"Secret Department..."
…
Heyang Gang.
Before the hour arrived, Su Qiulian was already waiting at the martial arts arena.
"Hey, where's that black and broken knife of yours?" Xiang Yang, who had changed back into his training uniform, slapped Su Qiulian hard on the shoulder. "It can't be broken, right? Hahahaha..."
Su Qiulian pushed his hand away impatiently, "It's none of your business."
Xiang Yang was choked and felt depressed. He paused and wanted to say something, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the short hall master walking towards the high platform and immediately stood up obediently.
"Quiet, everyone is standing still. The gang leader will arrive later, please pay attention to me."
The leader of the hall is a fat, stocky man with two thorns hanging from his waist and a sinister face. He looks very majestic. He is usually responsible for teaching martial arts to the disciples in the martial arts field.
The members of the gang who were still discussing in low voices suddenly stopped, and soon a needle could be heard in the huge martial arts arena.
The short, fat hall master glanced around a few times with cold eyes, then raised his head and looked outside.
At this time, people were still arriving one after another. After discovering that the hall master was also there, they all stood behind obediently, not daring to speak.
"The time has come. Those who haven't arrived should register and come. They will suffer the consequences later." The hall master snorted, and a helper waiting nearby quickly picked up the brush and booklet and stepped forward to check them one by one.
There were quite a few people coming, but the person responsible for checking was very familiar with this. He ticked and crossed over a cup of tea and the registration was completed.
Another tea time passed, and the gang leader finally arrived, along with twenty protectors and two gray-haired elders.
"Meet the gang leader, meet the elders, and protect the law."
Everyone salutes.
The gang leader was about fifty years old, with his black hair hanging casually, without a trace of gray in his hair, and he was full of energy. He walked in front of the short and fat hall leader in a few steps and sat down on the big chair put down by the two gang members behind him.
.
"Brothers are summoned today to announce a big event." The gang leader only said one sentence, raising his chin slightly, and Protector Li walked out from behind and loudly announced: "A big happy event."
The gang below looked at him and did not dare to say a word.
Li Hufa smiled and said with a smile: "The middle of next month will be the 200th anniversary of the founding of the Heyang Clan. The leader of the sect felt this, and after discussing with the elders of the sect, decided to open the Cangwu Pavilion for the sect.
Middle school students can practice at will."
As soon as these words came out, the gang members below could no longer hold back and started exclaiming in surprise.
The short and fat hall leader did not stop him. Everyone including the gang leader, the protector and the two elders looked on with smiles.
Su Qiulian was also excited. He actually opened the Cangwu Pavilion. He usually kept it hidden and precious, but now he decided to open it because of a special celebration and let everyone practice. This is too... unreal.
point.
Protector Li waited for everyone to finish talking and suddenly read loudly:
"The Cangwu Pavilion has been passed down for hundreds of years and is divided into three levels. The first level of the pavilion contains one hundred and seventy-two types of folk martial arts. Practicing them can strengthen the body. Every disciple who joined the sect before has
You can choose one from here to train your body and lay the foundation; on the second floor, there are 42 common martial arts in the martial arts, all of which are third-level martial arts.
Traveling wildly in the rivers and lakes, at least you can protect yourself without worries. If you practice to a high level, you may not be able to condense your internal strength; the third floor contains the twelve second-level martial arts of our Heyang Gang except "Yang Yuan Gong".
Martial arts, if you let go of any one, it can lead to bloodshed, it is the foundation of our Heyang Gang."